“Hey, how’s Jasper doing?” Clint asked.
“He is alright, we just need to get him to the hospital as soon as possible. His arm is not looking good,” I said.
“Okay,” he said, moving close to me. He helped me take off my torn, b****y clothes. He then brought some water and a towel, which he used to clean me up. I let out some sounds of pain, it was really painful. I had a lot of cuts and bruises.
“Sorry, love,” Clint said over and over again to comfort me. I watched him clean me up so gently, he was almost done. I decided to ask him a question that had been bothering me.
“So, Clint,” I started.
“Yes, love,” he replied to me.
“What’s going to happen to us?” I asked.
“Sophia, I’ve told you already. I can’t come with you. I have a pack to rule,” he said.
“Oh really, you prefer going back
